5 Conditioner and a Corpse

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Conditioner and a Corpse

 

A Bekki the Beautician Cozy Mystery

 

Cindy Bell

 

Copyright © 2013 Cindy Bell

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Chapter One

 

The salon already had a festive feel even though the holidays were still a couple of months away. Some customers of the salon were discussing their plans for the upcoming season. Bekki enjoyed listening to the prattle, it was something she had missed when she lived in New York City. If there was anything that a small town did right, it was holidays, and Harroway was no exception. The buzzing and planning began long before the stores even had the seasonal decorations up. Bekki smiled to herself as she raked her fingers gently through her mother's hair. Bekki’s mother, Marie, had owned the salon before handing it over to Bekki.

Today,
Bekki was treating her mother to a deep conditioning. The slightly dampened tendrils of her short, wavy, raven hair were silky with the conditioner that coated Bekki's fingertips. The sensation reminded Bekki of how much she loved the special moments she had shared with her mother growing up. Whenever it was time for Bekki's hair to be cut, styled, or they had just had a rough week, her mother would close up the shop, put on the latest pop hit, and condition Bekki's long, dark, wavy hair. Bekki still automatically relaxed when she recalled how it felt to have her mother's fingertips run across her scalp. No matter how busy her mother's life had been with running the salon and taking care of the family home, she always made special time for Bekki. It had meant more to Bekki than any flashy jewelry or exclusive brand name article of clothing ever could. Now she could only hope that the sensation was similar for her mother, as she relaxed in the beautician's chair.


How times have changed,” her mother said softly as she stole a glance up at her daughter.


Yes, they have,” Bekki smiled a little as she finished smoothing the conditioner through her mother's hair. “Who would've thought this is where we'd be?” she asked softly. She felt an immense wave of gratitude wash over her, for the support and shoulder to cry on her mother had given after her relationship with her cheating ex-boyfriend Trevor, had turned out to be a lie. In those first few weeks when she returned from the big city where she worked as a stylist to the rich and famous, she had been deeply heartbroken, and her mother had been the one to be gentle when needed, and stern when required.


I'm so glad,” her mother said in a whisper and then giggled a little. “Is that wrong of me to say?” she asked with a hint of guilt in her voice.


Why would it be?” Bekki asked with surprise and coasted a fine toothed comb down through her mother's hair.


Well, I know that you had planned your life one way, but it seems to me that things are turning out for the best now. Don't you think?” she asked and the inference she made was clear. Since Bekki had been back in her hometown she had rekindled a high school love affair with Detective Nick Malonie. Despite the fact that she was still a little cautious about getting hurt again and they were at odds at times over where Bekki's amateur sleuthing should end and real police work should begin, he had proven to her time and time again that he was not only trustworthy but absolutely in love with her.


You know what Mama?” she whispered right back. “I think you're onto something,” she laughed a little and set the comb down. Now that she had been with a man like Nick who treated her with respect, she couldn't even imagine spending the rest of her life with a man whose first concern was his hair gel. Just as she was about to speak again, the bell over the door of the salon jingled, alerting Bekki to someone stepping inside. Her best friend Sammy was at the reception desk checking out another of their customers, so Bekki left her mother's hair to condition for a moment and wiped her hands on a towel as she headed towards the front. They were busier than ever, and she had several last minute appointments to handle for the day. She just hoped that this wasn't someone else asking to be squeezed in.


Hello, hello!” a cheerful voice called out. The woman who stepped inside did so with all the flourish and confidence of a fashion model on the runway. It took Bekki no more than a few seconds to recognize who this woman was.


Jasmine?” she gasped with surprise. “What in the world are you doing in Harroway?”


Bekki?” Jasmine squealed and set down the large case she was carrying. “I was hoping I'd run into you!” she said with joy and flung her arms open. Bekki embraced her with the same level of enthusiasm, drawing stares of curiosity from Sammy, her mother, and the other customers in the salon. Jasmine was always so warm and full of enthusiasm. You would think that every person she met was her best friend. After they peeled apart from each other Jasmine began to explain.


I'm working for that new cosmetics company, Electrify, and they've sent me and several other employees on a trek across the country to market their products,” she smiled. “Of course I couldn't turn down an excuse to see you. I'm so sorry I missed you the last time you were in New York,” she frowned a little.


Oh, that's okay,” Bekki shrugged. “But I'm glad I get to see you now. Are you in town for long?”


Only the night I'm afraid,” Jasmine replied. “The owner of the company is a real stickler about getting the word out about these gift baskets before the Christmas rush. Would you mind taking a look at some of the new products?” she asked hesitantly. “I mean I don't want you to feel like you have to, even though we did work together for so long, and I held your hair that time Trevor fed you way too many shots…”


Jasmine!” Bekki growled and jerked her thumb towards the chair her mother was sitting in. “My mother doesn't need to know about that time,” she whispered.


Oh yes, she does,” her mother called out from her chair.

Jasmine's huge brown eyes widened at Bekki's wo
rds. “Oops, sorry,” she giggled. Jasmine's laughter was infectious.

Bekki winced as another
of her last minute appointments walked in.


Listen Jasmine, I want to catch up with you so badly, but we are swamped today. Would you come to dinner at my place tonight?” she asked hopefully. “I promise to look at all your products then.”


Sure,” Jasmine nodded as she stepped aside to let a few of the women entering the salon walk past. Sammy hurried to seat them.


Wow, that is a beautiful shade of lipstick,” Jasmine said with admiration as she stared at a small display of lipstick on the reception desk.


Oh, it's a new shade,” Bekki said as she pulled a tube out for her to try. “It's called Crimson Caramel,” she handed Jasmine the tube. When she unscrewed the lid she gasped at the scent that wafted out.


Oh, that smells lovely,” Jasmine declared and admired the muted crimson shade spiraled with flecks of gold.


It's made by a local woman who's trying out makeup mixed with scents. She uses only pure oils. If you like it, it's yours,” Bekki smiled proudly.


Oh no, I couldn't,” Jasmine started to shake her head.


Oh, please do,” Bekki insisted. “What better marketing could the creator dream of?” she asked and arched a brow.


Good point,” Jasmine grinned.


I'll pick you up right after we close, okay?” Bekki asked as Sammy shot her a look to indicate that she was drowning in hair.


Sounds perfect. I’m at the Harroway Harbor Motel, in room ten,” Jasmine waved over her shoulder as she left the salon.

Bekki was overjoyed to see her friend ag
ain. They hadn't been especially close, but they had shared a few epic parties, and the time they did spend together had been fun.


Sammy you should come to dinner tonight,” Bekki said as she walked back towards her station to finish her mother's hair. “You'd love Jasmine.”


Wish I could,” Sammy frowned but her eyes sparkled. “I'm going on a date with Morris tonight.”


The rookie?” Marie asked with surprise.


Yup,” Sammy laughed and winked lightly at Bekki.

“That's wonderful!” Bekki said with a wide grin. Sammy had confided in Bekki that she was a bit hesitant about going out with Morris because he was a bit younger than her, but Bekki had told her not to worry about it.  If she liked him she should go for it.


Hmm, I'm starting to think you both have a thing for men in uniform,” Bekki's mother said with a smile as she stood up from the chair.


You're one to talk Mama,” Bekki challenged with a glimmer in her eye. “Didn't Dad work as a mailman when you met him?”


I didn't say you didn't get it from me,” her mother grinned and sashayed out the door. Bekki and Sammy shared a good laugh as they worked through the remainder of their clients. Bekki was elated as she checked out the last customer and turned the sign to ‘closed’ on the door. She waved goodnight to Sammy and headed for the Harroway Harbor Motel. It had to be the classiest motel in the town. Even though most people assumed it would be a bit of a dive, the owners were locals, and really did their best to make everyone's stay special, from mints on the pillows to delicious home baked muffins in the morning.

Bekki spotted Jasmine's car easily because it was the flashiest and newest in the parking lot. As she headed for her hotel room Bekki couldn't wait to spend the evening with her friend.
They had met through work, Jasmine used to work for a makeup company and they started seeing each other socially through mutual friends. She had a lot of good friends in Harroway but her New York City friends knew a different side of her, a side that she had happily left behind in New York.

Bekki
knocked lightly on the door of the motel room and was about to call out when the door swung slowly open beneath the force of her knocking. Bekki's heart skipped a beat. She knew Jasmine too well to think that she would ever leave the door unlocked or even slightly open. In New York City the amount of locks and dead bolts on a door had become a bit of a competitive game.


Jasmine?” she called out quietly and nudged the door the rest of the way open. Only silence greeted her, an eerie heavy silence that made her steps into the room very hesitant. When she rounded the corner she made a shocking discovery. Jasmine was sprawled across the floor on her back, her wild tight curls spread around her head as beautiful as ever, but her eyes were wide open and staring at the ceiling. In the center of her chest a knife protruded.

Bekki couldn't breathe. Somewhere beneath the numbness that had overtaken her
, she knew she should call for help. But it was hard for her to fathom that her friend, who she had been so excited about seeing just a moment before, now lay lifeless on the floor. Jasmine had been murdered, not in the wild streets of New York City, or on the dangerous highways she had been traveling, but right there in the sleepy little town of Harroway.

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